Two boys who live across the street from us were being especially nasty to Noah this afternoon. Noah went out to tell them that he would be out soon to ride his bike and ask if they would like to join him. They responded by whispering, laughing, and running away from him without answering. This happened three times before Noah came running in the house in tears and told me what happened.
Why is it that an hour later Noah is happily riding his bike with them and I still want to smack their little heads together?